Where the streets are wild [GR dominion for Denon]

[Keira Priest]

Location: District 12 outskirts
Objective: Kill
Allies: The Republic/Black Tie Syndicate
Enemies: Anyone who doesn't fit the above criteria
Gear: In signature

The only thought in Keira's head as she looked over the ragtag gathering of mercenaries and other criminals was that she would have much rather been dealing with the trained clone soldiers that had once been under her command. They were more efficient, better disciplined, and actually knew how to handle themselves in a military environment with little need for policing of their actions. Instead she was stuck with those who may as well have been nothing more than civilians in comparison, and she wasn't entirely too enthused about being their commanding officer, however temporarily. The chances of the majority actually surviving this operation were slim, but she didn't much care for that. These weren't her men, or anyone else's.

"The plan is fairly simple. Anyone who's not Republic, a Black Tie or a known ally is as good as dead. If I figure out you're shooting at anyone else I'll kill you personally once this is all said and done. Those of you that want to stick with me can go on ahead, but I don't expect you to. Kill who you're paid to, and this'll all end find. Just stay out of my way, because this won't end nicely for them." Ignoring the fact that that was probably one of the better speeches she had delivered in her lifetime, she pulled her helmet on over her head, sealing it to the rest of the armor and waiting a moment as the HUD lit up in front of her eyes. "You really don't care about them, do you?" "Why should I? They're not my problem." As far as she was concerned, they could very well take care of themselves.

All but around five of the roughly one hundred or so men that had originally accompanied her had actually stuck around, and she supposed they were either the ones marginally afraid of dying, or the least bit intelligent as to who the strongest fighter among them was. Motioning with her head she indicated for them to follow, branching out with the Force in order to determine just where the enemy resided. They were bound to find a fight through nothing more than sheer dumb luck eventually, but there were some locations that functioned as hotspots over others. For the moment she would let her steps take her towards the Jedi Temple, assuming none crossed her path her otherwise hindered her progress. It was time for blood.

 

[Turin Val Kur]

Objective: E
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: The One Sith
Location: New Jedi Enclave

The young Jedi Master wandered the halls, running his hand along the walls. This was a different time, a different universe than his own. So much had changed even here over the last few months. Not in a million years had he ever thought the Jedi would split in the wake of the Sith, but he guessed his original assumption about the Jedi here was correct. They held weak spines, didn't have what it took to erase the Sith from the Galaxy...The light would surely falter and fade. But until then he would fight like a rabid dog.

Something trembled within him. Something dark was approaching the planet. He could feel it in the Force.

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Location: Denon Parliament Building
Objective: 1
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Republic & Unlawful Combatants.

Macharius marched through the halls of Parliament. In his wake a small army of loyal soldiers followed. All clad in his companies armor. They were to arrest all members of the government unwilling to side with him. The ultimatum was such. After that, the military would set out to restore order. And push The Republic off world by force if necessary.

Mach pushed both doors open to the house of commons at once. The sight before him was a rabbling crowd of MP's. It was just a big shouting match. If this was a joke it wasn't funny. People he'd known for years as stout and even tempered people were in on it save a few. "Move in and arrest them. It's a damn mockery or governance in here". His soldiers poured in like water cresting a damn. It shut everyone up right quick, which effectively gave him the floor. "Mr. Aberdeen you and your cabinet have been found in violation of the Act of Secession. And in your incompetence in acting upon the District 12 dispute; necessitating you invite the Republic back; against the law, to deal with it. Now we have Vong attacking as well. I place you under arrest along with the rest of you. The military is now in control until the situation is under control".

"This is outrageous. A Coup on our freely elected government. I'll see you pay for this Solaire"! Aberdeen was obviously and justifiably furious. "Make my words I'll see you...". Smack. The butt of a blaster rifle cut him off as Macharius left the business at hand to his subordinates. The head of the dragon was cut off and in its place a new one stood.

Macharius went back to the front hall of Parliament. There his men had set up a field post to coordinate things with General Grunderian and the other commanders. A holoprojector with the General himself waiting was all set up too. "General. The Government is dealt with. Initiate Operation Valkyrie. Get me in touch with whoever is leading those Vong as well. We'll need them to stop or we're going to have to bring out the heavy ordinance on them". The General just nodded and disappeared to preform his duty to Denon.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Khallesh"] [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Temporary delayed.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Location: Jedi Temple

Blaster fire lanced across the skies. The occasional ground to air missile joined the light show, cutting dark arcs across the air. Many Yuuzhan Vong organic vessels had been destroyed, leaving smouldering remains on the ground below. Yet even those shattered husks disgorged chazrach fighters who swarmed across the ground cutting down everything in their path. There were so few Yuuzhan Vong Warriors who followed the True Way any more. The chazrach had the unenviable task of going in first and testing the defences. Warriors followed, not afraid of death, but wishing to find sacrifice in personal combat not being blind-sided by some infidel missile.

Both ground based Yaret-Kor and those mounted on vessels fought back. Showers of magma projectiles stuck home, each accompanied by a lashing of fire as the rock burst. The laser fire was beginning to wane. Fire spitters were now moving through the streets. One moved up to a building and placed its maw in the top window of a building. There was a mighty roar and flame burst forth from every window on every floor. The scream continued long after it had moved in.

This was the tune that Khallesh needed to hear. Catching sight of the temple only heightened her sense of anticipation. Battle. Glorious battle. Worthy opponents.

As her transport came to rest on the outskirts of the building she leaped forth. Arachnostaff in hand she looked up at the spire in wonder.

"So this is where they train," she mused aloud. Flame licked at the structure now, dark smears across its gleaming height where it had come under fire. "Let's discover how well."

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

He ran a soothing thumb over the spine of his sword as he marched towards the temple alongside [member="Khallesh"]. Behind them, Warriors slowly trickled from side alleys and demolished squares, followed by warmachines that longed for blood as much as the infantry in the streets.

Kur-gal couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen such exhilaration on the faces of his peers, and for these precious moments of conflict, their pains were all forgotten. No more did they worry where they would settle down, or find resources, or raise their children to be as strong and fierce as the generations of Yuuzhan Vong before them..

Even the worm of doubt in his heart had grown quiet in the wake of battlecries, and the Dragon shed blood for the Gods with the same zeal and ferocity as any who fought there today.

The temple grew bigger as they advanced up the stairs, meandering around and over the bodies littering the courtyard. A once-proud tree stood shriveled at the centre, fire already eating up its branches and leaves as it slowly turned to a blackened block of cinder.

“They will all perish,” he spoke with a set jaw before shrugging the Kraetos off his shoulder, letting the familiar weight settle in his grip.

“Jeedai!”

His roar shook the very foundations of the structure as the front doors were thrown open by a vanguard of chazrach, and then they poured inside like a swarm of insatiable locusts.

[member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Jedi Enclave of Denon

The seven hells had opened up its doors over Denon and poured out its ravage hatred upon the streets bellow.
Reports about fighting and creatures most vile had been coming in from all over. Mantic’s first reaction had been to prepare himself to go out and do what he could on the streets but he had not gotten far before word reached the temple that a sinister force of the Vong creatures had set their aim for enclave. There were many youngsters here, children that their parents had dropped off to be part of this new force educational system the Republic had launched.
They needed to be protected as well.

He was not sure how many that originaly had been present in the enclave and how many were still here or on their way.

But he opened a channel handing out an instruction to anyone listening.

“This is Mantic Dorn. The Enclave on Denon is under attack. Secure the younglings from any threats and if possible relocate them to a safer location. Anyone capable of wielding a saber is most welcome to my side in the reception to try and hold off and if possible stop the onslaught.”

With that he rolled his shoulders and moved out to stand behind the closed double doors. Outside he could sense the Vong presence crawl closer. Death, fear and little respect for anything but violence accompanying them. He lit his saber and waited for a first target…

Spoiler

[member="Aleksander Miles"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Grey Lunara"] [member="Sarianna Misarr"] [member="The Dark Man"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Sai Fel"] [member="Shin-Sen Ra"] [member="Maxumus Corvus"] [member="Terol Jeero"] [member="Cyrus'Relk"] [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Ylva Alfrún"] [member="sabrina"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Ella Nova"][member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Kista Fel"] [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Khallesh"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

Within the Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: Any Vong, Sith, mercenary or poodoo sucker that comes after us.
Post 1

Near the Grandmaster knelt the Bith Knight Dune Rhur in calm repose. Before him was his lightsaber hilt, his robe left back in his quarters. Though he appeared unruffled, he could feel the disturbance strongly within the Force. He could hear the destruction and chaos too with his keen auditory organs.

Part of him desired to be outside taking the fight to the aggressors as he was certain Master Dorn wished to. But the much wiser course of action had been chosen. Many of the apprentices here were too young and too inexperienced to defend themselves against these attackers. Duty called for every able bodied Jedi to defend them, and so, even the scholarly Bith would do this.

He meditated for now, allowing himself to slowly concentrate his connection and to give focus to his mind.....

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Heading to the Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Dune Rhur"]
Enemies: Sith, Vong and other unsavory individuals

Fleur was still recovering in hospital from her injury when she had heard “This is Mantic Dorn. The Enclave on Denon is under attack. Secure the younglings from any threats and if possible relocate them to a safer location. Anyone capable of wielding a saber is most welcome to my side in the reception to try and hold off and if possible stop the onslaught.” over the channels. Although she was still a blank slate as a Padawan, she still had basic fighting abilities and perhaps she might be able to be of some assistance. Quickly, Fleur changed from her hospital gown into her clothes that was now crusted in her dry blood with a couple of new holes from the events that transpired at District 12. Once she was ready, the young woman quickly made her way to the Jedi Enclave as she knew that she would be of no use in District 12 however, her potential may be put to use at the Jedi Enclave.

With a 'borrowed' speeder bike, the young force sensitive arrived quickly outside of Jedi Enclave and removed the safety off her blaster. She may not be able to properly harness her potential with the Force yet or use a lightsaber properly, but at least she was able to shoot things with her blaster so that she might actually be for some help to those in there. To her, to not succumb to the title her parents had bestowed on her as a child was by fighting against and eliminating evil.

Edit: Accidently skipped over the fact the doors were closed. Edited to reflect that.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

District 12
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Sith, Vong and other unsavory individuals

Something was wrong. Sofia could sense it. "Let's meet up," the young woman ordered her squad as she raced ahead to the meeting spot she had specified through secure channels. The operation she was assigned to was now over with the snipers having fulfilled their role. Looking down from the rooftop of one of the roofs on District 12, she waited patiently for the rest of her squad to show secretly hoping that they would not arrive for another few minutes so that she could have a precious moment of peace before she had to be on the battlefield again.

However, her thoughts drifted back to the man she had killed earlier with her shotgun. Although it was an act performed out of necessity and self preserverance, she could not help feeling guilty about her act. It was the first time she had seen someone lying on the ground in a bloodied mess like that after all.

"Corporal," someone had called breaking her line of thought. "We have all arrived and are prepared to act under your instruction."

 

[Soell Alberio]

Objective: Contact Senators and Evacuate Politicians
Allies: Republic, [member="Gael bar Ammon"]
Enemy: One Sith, Vong, Coup Lovers
Equipment: Senate Commando Armor, T-998C Blaster Rifle, T-600C Blaster Pistol, Electro-VIbroblade

Soell blinked as reports coming in from across the planet reigned in chaos over the open comms. Seemingly pointless slaughter and destruction by Vong assailants were sending the general populace into a panic, but in more worrisome news accounts of a coup attempting to take control of the building where senators and the Denon government were what concerned the young woman along with the rest of the Senate Commandos that had been left behind aboard the Senators' transport. In response to the information, the unit of the Senate Guard's elite moved to the rear of the ship as they checked their equipment, blue armor clacking as those whose duty was to protect the Republic Senate shifted to examine their rifles and sidearms, making sure their close quarters armaments were secured before orders came from the ship in orbit.

Those being to make contact with the Senators and begin extraction of them and government officials.

With those in mind, Soell tapped her comm unit opening up the line to the Republic representatives on the ground. "Senator [member="Gael bar Ammon"] this Lieutenant Alberio of the Second Squad, the senators dropship is being brought to your location now, what is the status of the senators and Denon Officials? We can begin insertion on the roof or street adjacent the building you're in, just make us aware of your current status and we'll hone in on your signal." It was a restricted channel for the senate security so she doubted their conversation would be overheard without a signal booster in place with the enemy being aware they were even accessing the frequency at all. What was more worrisome was the situation at the senators location. In truth Soell hoped it would be a tight corridor situation where the Senate Commandos would excel. After all, they were highly trained in Hijkata martial arts so close quarters would benefit them, not to mention breaching criminal strongholds and taking down targets was their specialty after providing protection itself.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: E
Location: City near the Jedi Enclave
Allies: GR and the good people of Denon
Enemies: Those opposed

Kay did have a good visit to Denon. Or at least that was how it started. She attended a lecture by [member="Mantic Dorn"] and then had a lengthy conversation with [member="Rafeesh"] , followed by meetings with the government and business leaders.

But that was all before the Sith and others started attacking. And with a world this populated, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Easy pickings. Maybe they were just bored or something, for she couldn't see the overall objective. But it wasn't as though she was privy to a lot of the goings on in Republic space anymore. She got her training here, but that was about it.

Now she could hear the fighting nearby, could see the smoke rising from destroyed buildings. Armed just with her blaster and her wits, she started to co-ordinate with the city officials to evacuate people underground. There were multiple layers to Denon, much like Coruscant and right now they needed to get as far from the destruction as possible. Shuttles awaited them to take them far away. It wasn't as though the entire planet was under attacked. At least that was what their hope.

 

[Valintyn]

Location: Front Entrance to Enclave, steps.
Allies: [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"]

"Hey," Warok mumbled around a mouth full of apple as two Vong leapt off a transport and strolled up the steps of the Jedi Enclave, straight past him, without a word. "Hey."

He scrambled up, crunching down and swallowing the core of the apple. "Wait up," squeaked the adorable <4ft Sith Lord Shaman of Endor.

Hefting the links of beskar chain in one gauntleted hand, Warok hopped up the large steps. One step, two step, three step, blue step. He smiled when he finally caught up to them, but they did not seem to notice him.

Warok's eyes narrowed, black as tar and now alight with a sudden fury. Ignored? Oh it was easy to ignore him, wasn't it. Just an Ewok. No one of consequence, here. Hmmmnonono. Not the Necromancer of Ziost. An Ewok? Absurd. Ewoks were stone age barbarians, everyone knew that, didn't they? Didn't they?

He searched around with a crazed stare until at last he alighted upon the corpses littering the courtyard. Corpses? Oh yes. Ohhh yes.

The shaman gestured, fingers twisting strangely.

"Tsaiwinnoka Hoyakut."

New life to the dead.

A green cloud of energy rushed from Warok's lips and into the bodies of the fallen. They gave a shudder, then with rattling breaths came to life again, a crowd of reanimated dead.

"Follow me," grinned the warlock. "Follow me."

He pranced ahead of the two vong and further into the enclave. The ruined dead walked, crawled and shambled behind, eyes aglow with a perverse light. Some bodies dripped gobs of blood from missing limbs, others bore gaping holes, rent open by blaster fire. A rag-tag crew indeed.

The Endor native came to a halt at the sight of a grizzled old man in Jedi robes. (Mantic)

"Silly Jedi," Warok snickered.

The crimson lightshoto at the end of the beskar chain came to life with a snap-hiss. Warok began to swing that chain, faster and faster. A mesmerizing whirl.

"Let me kill you. Then you can be like them."

The reanimated dead started to run toward the assembled group of Jedi seeking to tear them to pieces with fingers and teeth. Every bite capable of infecting and turning a living person with the Sith virus.

Warok cocked his head at an angle.

"Don't you want to be immortal?"

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Front Entrance to Enclave, steps.
Allies: [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"]
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"]

Khallesh had been considering having a passing coralskipper bring down the front entrance with a rain of magma. However, their new ally had rushed ahead with what appeared to be a pack of his own thralls. They didn't get many allies these days, so she decided to proceed on foot.

She moved apart from Kur-gal. His sword was nearly as tall as she was and her arachnostaff even longer. The Jeedai tended to engage in small numbers and bounce around like lunatics, so this would shortly devolve into a series of personal conflicts anyway.

One hand went to her flank, where a razor bug scuttled pit of her armour and into her waiting palm. Back on the transport she'd reached into the three soft containers behind thing membranes in the walls and resupplied her collection of organic weaponry. The trick was to wiggle once fingers until they bit down and then yank them out.

A Bith Jedi was coming up from a kneeling position. Khallesh waited for him to get to his feet before unleashing the razor bug. The rapid little missile would hone in on its target, invisible and unaffected by the Force. If it made contact deadly spines down its length would rend light armour and flesh with ease.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Inside the Enclave
Post 2
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Khallesh"]

Danger! the Force cried out to him and Dune looked up to see the double doors of burst inward, revealing a horde of undead things and the Yuuzhan Vong behind them. Without taking his eyes off of the massed attackers surging towards him, he rose to his feet and summoned the hilt into his hand. Bringing it to life with a snap-hiss, the azure blade severed first grasping limbs then the necks of their owners, releasing the unfortunates back into the peace of oneness. As he dispatched the first of the shambling abominations, he turned to see a Vong female, scarified in the way of their people.

Tall and heavily muscled, she was clearly of the warrior caste. Their eyes met and he saw the sadistic gleam as she launched the bio-weapon at him. He moved quickly with the trained reflexes of a Jedi Knight but not fast enough. The razor bug's serrated carapace sliced through the cloth, flesh and the superficial layers of muscle of his left shoulder with ease and he had to grit her teeth to avoid screaming out in sudden pain. Dark blood began to pour out and the stinging agony gripped him.

His training kicked in, letting him dampen the pain enough to focus on his enemy. Though it still throbbed, Dune gripped his lightsaber and came at his Vong attacker with a surge of Force speed, bring his blade upward in a diagonal slash....

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

Location: Inside the Enclave
Allies: [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"]
Enemies: [member="Turin Val Kur"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Dune Rhur"]

So there had been something else. The Dragon had merely heard the limbs of dead Jeedai crackling beneath his weight as he ascended the stairs to their burning temple, but it seemed he’d missed the insulted squeaks of a tiny bear drowned out by the loud and satisfying grinding of bone against stone. Who could blame him, really?

Kur-gal eyed the small furball as it skipped past, strangely unharmed by the stampede of Warriors and Chazrach now pouring through the gaping door to the enclave. Would its bones crack the same way Jeedai bones did? Would his meat, under all that bristle and talismans and leather, taste any good?

The towering beast licked its black fangs with an overly-long red tongue, forked at the very tip. Then his burning gaze shifted up, to the horde of shambling corpses that barreled past the forces of the Vong and into the crumbling safety of the infidel temple.

Fools.

If there was one truth that was becoming clear to him now, it was that there wasn’t a belief in this Galaxy – nor any other – that could stop an enemy blade.

With that thought, he hefted his own weapon into the air, its edge glistening with the blood of the Jeedai brothers and sisters. And it heaved, and crooned, and needed more of it, just like the man wielding it with a cruel ferocity.

He swung it with delight and skill, hacking the guards that stumbled into his path into nasty pieces not fit to feed even the basest of creatures that used to graze the marshes of Selvaris. Those bits and ribbons of flesh were instead consumed greedily by the sword in his hand and the dragon heads snapping hungrily at their foes from their stem on the Kraetos. They flailed about rather uncontrollably when their mouths weren’t full, and grew quite close together, but perhaps, just perhaps, there would be enough room for something small and unassuming.

It was a rather ewok-shaped hole.

 

[Gael bar Ammon]

Location: Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"], [member="Soell Alberio"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"], [member="Turin Val Kur"], Galactic Republic and allies
Enemies: One Sith and allies

The building shook slightly with a rumble. Jedi Master Mantic Dorn's instruction had ended not long ago. Was this a part of an exercise? Alarms began blaring throughout the temple. Gael's heart dropped. This was no exercise. His pair of Senate guards entered frantically, ensuring the senator's safety. The archway that was once an opening sealed shut as he moved far away from the doors. He had not foreseen any conflict beforehand, but regardless, precautions should have been taken. This is something that infuriated him in hindsight. He'd launch an investigation into the lack of a Republic Navy presence upon his return to Yutan - if he made it there. Thoughts already began running through his head. Summoning Supreme Commander [member="Willam Forlon"] and his top admirals to an Armed Services Committee hearing, changing military policy to prevent these types of mishaps beforehand. These were thoughts he put in the back of his mind...for now. At the present moment, his safety was his top concern.

He was in a room full of Jedi, so for now he seemed safe enough. He approached Mantic Dorn, as his a beam of blue protruded from the hilt of his lightsaber. "Master Dorn, I must leave the system. Is there a secondary exit from here?", he asked with concerned tone. While he was every bit a warrior as his Mandalorian vod, he was unarmed, unarmored, and ultimately outmatched. It felt like he was naked in public.

"Sir, a transmission. Lieutenant Soell Alberio of the Senate Commandos.", one of his guards notified him.

"Thank the maker.", Gael said as he breathed an anxious sigh of relief. He notioned for the guard to give him an earpiece and patch him through. Bringing his hand to the earpiece, he listened and replied. "My ship is docked on our level. We have about eight guards stationed there, their status is unknown. Rendezvous with them if possible, then enter for extraction. Expect heavy resistance.", he said calmly. Gael always felt at peace when he was in command. He knew what was going on and how to deal with it. He noticed some men in the corner of the room, arguing frantically. They were well-dressed, either wealthy or important. "Stand by.", he said as he let his hand down and approached. His guards followed, rifles in the low ready.

"Gentlemen.", he greeted calmly, although he was anything but. "Senator Gael bar Ammon of the Galactic Republic.", he introduced. To the point, he inquired about their status with Denon and/or the Enclave. With him was the Governor of Denon, his chief of staff, the Headmaster of the Denon Jedi Enclave, and a pair of municipal government officials. They were here for the opening of the Enclave. "We have an extraction team en route. You'll be coming with me." Despite some brief protest, Gael sternly made them aware that this wasn't a negotiation and they didn't have a choice.

He returned to Master Dorn's side for only a moment. "We have an extraction team en route. I will take the Denon officials and as many younglings as I can, with your leave."

After he'd hear Master Dorn's response, he'd back away to return to the panicking officials in the back corner. He brought his hand to his earpiece once more. "Lieutenant Alberio, we'll have five Denon VIPs along with as many younglings as we can muster accompanying us. Call me once you've landed. bar Ammon out."

He dropped his hand and turned to face his bodyguards. He held out his right hand. "Give me your sidearm."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Outside the Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | Turin Vul Kur
Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | Khallesh

Fleur was too late. Before she was able to enter the Enclave where her fellow lightsided force sensitives were, she had encountered a few from the opposing party in front of the closed entrance. One was an Ewok and the others were disgusting creatures - vong was the name of the species if she had remembered correctly. Her whole body shook as she stared at these vicious looking creatures. She could sense that they were much more powerful than her and if she was to run, it would be a futile effort as one of them could easily catch up to her and kill her. There was only one thing she could do at this point.

Her hands could not stop shaking in anticipation of her decision as she aimed her weapon at the trio. Although she knew her attack wouldn't kill them perhaps, she might be able to provide some sort of distraction for the Jedis inside the Enclave and buy those in there a little extra time. It was a hopeful thought but that was all she had left at this point as she stared at the backs of these monsters feeling absolutely terrified.

"HEY YOU THREE UGLY MOTHERKARKERS!" she yelled the creatures and unloaded her heavy blaster pistol at them. As someone who was not yet used to firing a blaster, each shot became increasingly painful for her to fire. Her decision had been made and even if she might have been able to escape before, it was too late for her now. Whatever happened next, she hoped it would be over quickly.

OOC

Spoiler

Karked up and missed the part when the doors were closed and unfortunately, this was the only way I could see her story go at this point.

 

[Valintyn]

Inside the Enclave
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"]
Allies: [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | @Khallesh

Warok saw the opening and took it. He sprinted toward the towering Vong and summoned forth the speed of the Rakazzak beast, arachnid of Endor, to lend his feet wings. The warlock chanted while he ran, swift as the wind. He hopped onto the Vong's angled shield and ran up its length. The jaws of the dragon heads snapped to his left and right, their teeth snicking together with deadly intent. Faster he flew, feet pounding up the shield, straight through the gap in those draconic necks until he crested the lip of the shield.

Warok could feel the heat from blaster bolts whizzing past, their color an angry red.

With one final exertion he pushed off the edge of the shield and leapt high into the air, chain whip whirling overhead. He came down almost on top of the grizzled Jedi known as Mantic Dorn, and whipped the chain whip lightsaber down from on high. The lengths of beskar chain rattled and clinked as they zipped, curling, to arc overhead and strike at the Jedi's back.

 

[Soell Alberio]

Objective: Contact Senators and Evacuate Politicians, Currently at Jedi Enclave
Allies: Republic, Jedi, [member="Gael bar Ammon"]
Enemy: One Sith, Vong, Coup Lovers - [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Khallesh"]
Equipment: Senate Commando Armor, T-998C Blaster Rifle, T-600C Blaster Pistol, Electro-VIbroblade

The attack on Denon seemed insane for the enemy, seeing as it was a ecumenopolis much like Coruscant or Taris. The damage being done wasn't at ground level thankfully so entire buildings weren't collapsing, but the property damages alone would be eye gougingly painful to look at afterword. However, such problems were not the concern of the Senate Commando team as their RAET weaved through the towering spires as the dropship made its way toward the Jedi enclave aloft its own platform. The Senator responding to their communication made the young woman nod as she glanced about the cabin where a full range of other Commandos stood in their blue armor waiting to perform their duty. "Understood Senator, between both ships we should have ample room to evacuate around sixty individuals or more."

Waving to a Commando by the cockpit, Soell stood by as the troop bay doors slid open and she glanced at the sky unimpeded as a Coralskipper flew pass the Republic Dropship pursued by a fighter of the Planetary Defense force, a torpedo launched after it behind a period of staggered laser cannon flashes, the vong aircraft engulfed by flame as the energy warhead detonated and smoke filled the air. "Begin your movement to extraction, allow the Jedi to rally their defense we will follow the signal of your encryption and intercept your group toward the alternate landing pad." Allowing the channel to stay open as she muted herself from his line, Soell watched as the temple's front entrance came into view as it seemed several enemy units were milling about and the airspace was a point of conflict. "Alert the Commander additional fighters should be dispatched to the enclave and the government buildings. Pilot, bring us across for a pass and ready the beam turrets."

The sounds of the explosions and laser fire as the battleground came into being, Soell watched while their dropship's gunners inside the beam turrets turned their weaponry downwards, sustained laser beams stitching across the platform in front of the Jedi Enclave where the Vong milled attempting to get in, the beam turrets cutting across several vong soldiers as a pair of concussion missiles launched from the transport's tubes, exhaust trailing as the warheads careened into the platform, explosions blooming as the dropship sped on by, moving to circle the enclave in preparation for landing, a coralskipper speeding after them intent to prevent their progress colliding with a defender's own starfighter unfortunately swooping around without noticing the enemy aircraft, the pair disappearing as Soell looked ahead down toward the landing platform the dropship was lowering toward. "Two stay behind and reinforce the Senators guard on the landing platform, pilot put yourself in the air and hold a pattern three blocks down, everyone else enter the enclave and keep in loose unit formation while we move to secure the Senator and younglings. Once they're out the Jedi can fight back without worrying about defending them and we can reinforce where needed. For now they seem to be focusing on the largest entrance at the front where they'll have the most access."